sometimes what you think… someone else puts it into words.
it is through those words you make yourself be heard.
Sometimes she annoys me so much.
When she fusses over my successes and my failures. Clearly affected more than I am
When she doesn’t understand that I won’t starve if I delay having lunch or don’t have it at all
Why does she have to let go of things she doesn’t need to, sacrifice where its not needed, hold on tight when its not required
When she shares that big piece of pastry I bought so lovingly just for her. Like she does for me, just to see her face light up having her favorite treat. She doesn’t understand what it means to me.
She doesn’t understand that I care for her. I want her to rest and she doesn’t need to slog in the kitchen to make that special dish for us.
She is a lot more than that, than anything. But she doesn’t understand
She doesn’t need…
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